Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2023 18:30:50 +0000 From: Vincent X Subject: My friendly neighborhood pervert This story is fictional and all characters are too. Any similarities to real people are completely coincidental. The story contains descriptions of sexual relationships between young friends, between blood relatives and between young boys and adults. These relationships belong in our imaginations, do not act in a way that hurts innocent people or break the law where you live. Please enjoy the story and please don't hesitate to send me a comment or feedback about what the story did to you. Support Nifty Archives on https://donate.nifty.org/ if you have the means to, and visit my patreon at patreon.com/VincentX if you would like to give me a dollar and enable me to spend more time writing. May 22nd, 1992 I don't know what I was expecting really, when I knocked on that door. I was going around the neighborhood collecting money for my school's annual charity drive, and this small house on my street was until recently inhabited by a lady I knew little about, except that she was not from around here and that she had bought it when I was a kid. I don't remember her not living there, but I knew she had moved here from across the country and no one really knew her. I reckon she was about 50 or 60, a regular looking white lady with big glasses and gray curly hair. She had kept to herself, not a recluse rally, but not very sociable. She died suddenly from a heart attack, and if she had not been at the supermarket when she got it, I guess no one would have found her for days. The house was a small one-story bungalow, and although it was a little worse for wear, it sat on a big plot with a lot trees in the back. It was never put up for sale, but a month or two after, a man suddenly lived there. I reckoned it was her son or something. He often sat on the pateo with a beer and cigarettes, and waved and smiled to people passing by. When i returned from school on sunny days, he was always there, smoking. As I walked by, he raised his hand, smiled and nodded in a neighborly way. He never got up and talked to me, but I thought it was a nice thing to do, so I usually tried to smile and wave back. He looked like he didnt really care about his appearance. His reddish brown hair was shoulder lenghth and wavy, and he had a scruffy short beard, not very full, but the kind younger men often get when they just can't be bothered to shave. He never wore a shirt, and often it looked like he was sitting there in his underwear, but the fence around the pateo made it difficult to tell. I had never really spoken to him. But here I was, knocking on his door, to ask for a donation for our school's charity. I heard some rustling inside, and he opened. "Oh, hey kid", he said, brushing his untidy hair back. "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you mister" I said. "My school is having a charity drive. Would you like to make a donation?" I held the sealed collecting tin with the charity logo up in front of me, a bit flustered. I wasn't very outgoing and didn't like talking to strangers, I never knew what to say exactly, and on top of that I was a very awkward person in general. He was wearing only a pair of tighty whities, and they were not new nor particularly clean. A light yellow tinge in front with some darker spots, and an elastic band that barely did its job. He scratched his belly, which was not a huge fat one but the kind of soft small one that skinny guys get when they drink beer and don't do much else. A scattering of long hairs was unevenly distributed across his lower abdomen, and on the side and top of his underwear tufts of red pubes escaped the worn out elastic. He didn't seem to care that he was not exactly dressed for company, but looked completely at ease. "Oh, yeah, sure I would like to!" he smiled and gestured for me to enter. "Let me see if I have some cash laying around" I entered his house, the front door led to a small hallway with three doors, all open. To the left a small bathroom with just enough room for a shower with a curtain, a toilet and a sink. To the right a small bedroom almost entirely filled by a big bed, which was not made. He gestured for me to follow him into the door right across from the front door, into a combined living room and kitchen area. The TV was on MTV, but muted, a guitar laid on the floor next to the sofa, and the general vibe was very bohemian, with a lot of seventies furniture combined with a lot of rugs, pillows and blankets that reminded me of fortune tellers and rock music. Although it was a little messy, and not super clean, the house was much cosier than I had anticipated. A stick of incence on the counter filled the room with an exotic smell that mixed with a mixture of cigarette smoke, alcohol breath, and a hint of BO and public bathroom. "Have a seat", he smiled and gestured towards the couch. "Sorry about the mess!" He rustled through some drawers in the kitchen looking for money. I sat down on the couch, a soft, brown, old thing that was very comfortable. On the coffee table there was a stack of the local newspaper and some music magazines. He had a VCR and the new Super Nintendo console on the floor in front of the TV, which I found very interesting. My mom could not afford that, so I was stuck with my old Nintendo that my dad bought while he was still alive. Two or three pairs of white underwear laid near the armrest, crumpled up. My first thought was that he was in the process of folding laundry, but I quickly concluded that these did not have the crisp quality of freshly washed underwear, these were used. I was intrigued. I discretely touched them to confirm, they were soft and definitely not freshly washed. One had a skid mark clearly visible. I wasn't really used to being around someone else's house. I had no friends, and my days were spent in front of the TV or on my Nintendo, and of course on my bed jacking off. I usually fantasized about boys in my class, sometimes girls too, but I saw the boys naked more often, like in the locker rooms. Tall or short, fat or fit, small cock or big cock, I liked making up scenarios in my head with all of them. If they knew what I thought about they'd probably kill me. I was a tall lanky 14-year old with a big nose, a bit of an overbite and very thick glasses. I had a messy head of straight blonde hair, a darker unibrow, and my upper lip was covered in a more and more noticeable fuzz. My skin was very light and pasty from staying inside all the time, and I had some zits on my face and also on my back. I was not a pretty guy at all. But I had a huge and hairy dick, and my long skinny torso made the horse dick, dark pubes and underarm hair really stand out. And I liked how that looked, even if I was aware that I was not the prettiest kid in school. No one else in my class could compete with me on cock size, at least. After a few more seconds of looking through some drawers in the kitchen, my gracious host gave up. "Dude, there's nothing here, but hang on, I think there's some fives in my dresser" He went into the bedroom, some more rustling before he shouted: "Jackpot! A whole bunch of fives here, I'll be right out!" From the sounds of it he closed the dresser, but the next sound I didn't immediately recognize, so I turned my head to see that he was sitting on the toilet, clearly visible from the couch through the open doors. The toilet was facing away from the door, but right next to it, so he couldn't see that I looked, and I could only see the side of him. He arched his back a bit, and I heard and saw a man I din't know the first name of take a casual shit just a few feet away from me. There was no doubt, two logs hit the water with distinct plops, accompanied by some fart noises and a low moaning. Then a stream of piss before he wiped, put his underwear back on, washed his hands and returned to the living room with a bunch of five dollar bills that he had found in the dresser. "Sorry, just had to go to the bathroom real quick" he said very straightforwardly. "No problem" I said awkwardly. This man made me very horny with his free attitude and skimpy underwear. He didn't really have a huge bulge, but you could clearly see an outline through the worn out fabric. Now there was a wet spot, too, so I guessed he just wiped his ass. I swallowed. He definitely noticed me noticing. He put probably five or six bills into the charity tin. "There you go, I like supporting that charity" he smiled. "Can I get you anything kid, do you want a beer?" "I'm not really supposed to, I'm only 14" "Supposed to" he laughed. "No one's supposed to. I asked if you wanted one" He had already conjured two cans from the fridge and handed me one. "Only if you want to" he winked. He let me know with how he moved his eyes that he had noticed the bulge in my baggy shorts. My heart was pounding, and I am sure I looked very flushed. "Thank you" I opened the beer and tasted it - like wet and bitter cereal. But it was so cool that he gave me one. "My name is Toby, by the way, I just moved here after my mother died." "I'm Mark, so sorry about your mom" "Thank you. Didn't really keep in touch with her, she was not a very caring person. I grew up with my dad." "Oh, I see". I took another sip of the beer. "Just 14, huh, could've sworn you were at least a junior in high school, you're so tall" he said, rasing his beer can in a sort of toast. "Nope, just turned 14 a couple of months ago" I answered, a little flattered that he thought I was like 17. "Fun age, 14" he continued. "Lots of things to discover about life". He smiled warmly. "Lots of things.." He looked distractedly around and saw his pack of cigarettes on the counter. "Mind if I smoke?" he asked as he got up to get them. "No, my mom smokes inside the house, so I'm used to it" I said. He lit the cigarette and stretched, exposing his bushy armpits and causing even more of his thick pubes to peek out from his waistband. Again, he noticed me noticing, and again he let me know with his eyes that he was aware of my now throbbing bulge, even though I tried sitting in a way that made it not noticeable. "If I am making you uncomfortable I can go put on some pants" Toby said with a smile. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" "No, I'm OK" I stuttered. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I am sure" "OK, just let me know, because I'd hate to make you hesitant to come hang out" he said. "I haven't even tried any two player games on my new console yet". "I'm not uncomfortable, and your Super Nintendo looks great" I tried to sound cool. "Good, good," he continued. "You see, I like being comfortable around the house, so if you're OK I'll not stress about wearing pants or whatever unless I have to". He was still standing up, smoking and making his entire figure very clearly visible to me. "I also kinda LIKE it like it, going around like this" he said, matter-of-factly with a sort of grin "You know? And maybe you're the kind of guy who like it when I go around like this, or am I wrong?" He smiled at me. I nodded and swallowed "I especially like it when people like it" he smiled, now with a glimmer in his eyes. I was sure the bulge in his briefs was a little more pronounced now. I stared at his soft, skinny adult body, his dark red pubes poking out all around the front of his stained underwear, the long, scraggly hairs on his stomach and around his nipples, the small patch of hair on his bony chest, his bushy underarm hair. He was a little pasty but I found the sight enthralling. "Bet your father walks around in his underwear too, sometimes, huh kid?" He smiled and scratched his lower abdomen. "Dad died when I was 7" I said awkwardly trying to take my eyes off my pervert neighbor's crotch. "Oh shit, I'm sorry" he said looking serous all the sudden. "My dad died a couple of years ago as well". "Sorry about that" I said, but I didn't really care about my dad nor his right now. "Yeah it sucked, but at least we got like twenty good years together. I miss him sometimes though. He also liked to be comfortable around the house, so I guess he taught me to just be myself and relax". "I don't really remember my dad," I said. "Just some moments here and there." "Too bad, kid, there's nothing really like being just a couple of guys in the house. Just dudes being dudes, you know? Relaxing, having a beer, kicking it on the couch" "My mom hates it when I hang out on the couch, she won't even let me have a sandwich there" I confessed, thinking about my mom's obsessive white and pink decorating style, and how different it was from this exotic, dusty environment. "But you can kick it here, you know?" Toby smiled. "That donation was very generous, you can tell everyone that you went around the entire neighborhood!" He nodded towards the collecting tin on the coffee table. "Just make yourself comfortable, put your feet on the table, fart if you have to, I don't care" he smiled. "It's cool to have someone around that doesn't frown at my style, y'know?" "OK, I'll hang out for a minute" I smiled back, still trying to hide my boner and play it cool. I took another sip of beer and could not believe how horny I was. The unfamiliar sensation of alcohol in my system made me feel a little light headed, but also relaxed me a little. "And if you feel like taking your shoes off, or your shirt or whatever, just do that too," he said "I'm sure you understand that I really don't mind, not at all" he winked. I kicked my shoes off, removed my socks and put them into the shoes. My long toes were clammy from the warm afternoon and the excitement, so it actually felt really good to let them breathe a little. Toby looked at my feet. "Dude, those are some hairy toes for a kid" he exclaimed, seeing my dark, long toe hairs. "I'm almost ten years older than you, and I can't compete at all!" He put his bare foot up on the coffee table, standing right in front of me, showing me his toes. He was right, he had just a few hairs on his shorter, stubbier toes. By lifting his leg up I could see even more of his crotch, the loose elastic around the inner thigh of his briefs revealing a glimpse of his hairy scrotum, some long curly hairs peeking out. He could tell that I was looking. Instead of taking his leg back down, he just straightened up a little, like he was posing, making sure I could really drink in the sight. I could see that his bulge grew in small throbs, and it lifted the fabric little by little. "Nowadays everyone is so damn scared of hair, every dude you see on TV or in a magazine looks like a fucking plastic doll!" He nodded towards the TV that was now showing a NKOTB-video, making his point more believable. "Don't buy into that, dude, we're all different and some hair is bound to sprout somewhere! Removing it is a goddamn hassle, so I say just be what you are." I nodded and had another sip of beer. "So you're 24?" I asked. "In a couple of months time I am" he smiled. "You don't have to get me anything!" I giggled. He was so at ease and nice, but at the same time I was sure he was showing off in front of me, and I was also sure that he was getting very excited about it. I could not remember being this horny before, and I could feel the slippery precum dripping out with every throb of my rock hard dick. "You don't have to hunch over like that, my man," he said, "just relax and kick back, in this house a guy doesn't have to pretend he's something he's not." He sat down on my left side in the couch and leaned back, stretching and putting both his legs on the table. He was now clearly also hard, the outline of a smaller than average cock tented his tighty-whities. I decided to just go with it, and leaned back in the couch as well, putting my feet up. My eight incher was clearly showing through the thin khaki fabric of my shorts, and as I feared, the precum had made a very pronounced dark stain against the light brown cotton. Toby just smiled, let his eyes wander down my body and up again, taking a drag from his cigarette. "Kid, you're all right" he said. He moved his cigarette over to his left hand, and let his right hand gently slide up under my t-shirt, his warm, nicotine stained fingers slipping under my waistband finding my pubes. I gasped with the extremely peasurable feeling of someone else touching my groin for the first time. He paused and smiled. "You alright?" I nodded, and he let his fingers caress the top of my shaft and my thick boy bush. "Shit, you're really packing heat" he said, unable to get his hands far enough down my pants to feel the entire lenght of my dick. He took his hand out again, and took my left hand, placing it on top of his stained underwear. I could feel a rock hard, throbbing, four inch cock through the fabric. He placed his hand on top of mine, squeezing my hand gently towards his member while he gyrated a little, rubbing against my hand through the fabric. I could feel the wet spot where his piss slit oozed precum. "It's not much but it works!" he said with a smile, but now with a slightly different rasp in his voice. I let my fingers gently feel his sack, two heavy stones that almost felt alive under there, moving slightly on their own. His breathing changed a little, and he closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head fall back with pleasure. He let go of my hand, and grabbed my feet, moving them from the table and over his lap on the couch, so I was half laying with my legs over his hairy thighs. His movements were gentle, but decisive. He pulled my shirt up a little, exposing my pale skinny stomach, then he grabbed my waistband on each hip and easily pulled my shorts and boxers down over my skinny ass, removing them and throwing them on the floor. My cock slapped against my stomach with a wet smack, making a thin thread of slippery precum form between it and my navel. Then he got up on his knees in the couch and moved my legs so that he was between them, facing me. He pulled my t-shirt over my head, and I stretched my arms up making it easier for him to get it off. I let my head fall back against the handrest of the couch, now completely naked, Toby on his knees between my legs, still in his tented underwear. I could smell his moist crotch, a little fishy and a little sweet. He put his hands on each side of my body and laid on top of me. His warm, soft body felt incredible against mine, and i rubbed my cock against his briefs as I let my mouth meet his in an instinctive and extremely horny kiss, tasting his beer breath mixed with fresh cigarettes. The kiss made me shiver with pleasure, and we both moaned with pleasure. When we let go of our kiss, he licked my neck and my nipples, sticking his nose into my armpits before he got up on his knees again and pulled his briefs down to let me see his beautiful cock for the first time. His pubes were absolutely wild, and his four inch cock was very straight, pointing straight out from his body. His foreskin completely covered the head even when rock hard, He pressed his hard cock against mine, rubbing both of them with his hand. The size difference was very noticeable, mine almost twice as long and much thicker. "You're alright, kid", he moaned as he could feel my young dick nearing orgasm. I let out an involuntary, long groan as i could feel my entire body directing its energy into my genitals. And I absolutely exploded, it felt like something I had never felt before, and each convulsion lasted for seconds, pushing what felt like my entire body weight in cum through my cock and onto my naked skinny torso, and the old brown couch. Toby groaned too, and his stinky cock also convulsed, letting out an impressive amount of thick, opaque semen that mixed with the massive amount of precum on our cocks, splatting down onto my pubes. I was shaking for minutes, my cock throbbing more and more unfrequently, pushing out smaller and smaller drops of cum as it slowly softened. Toby licked his fingers, smiling, scooping up some of the blobs of our mixed precum and cum, putting it gleefully into his mouth as he watched me. "I hope you're not uncomfortable with my informal style" he smiled. I smiled back. "I think it's cool" I said. "You're alright, kid" he said, as he got up and switched the Super Nintendo on.